Three, four

There she goes, she's a lonely one
She wears a strange painted on smile
She's caught in the middle
After waiting for a long, long while
There she sits half in the shade
She won't look at any trouble made by that man
He's the only trouble she understands

Dancing where the lonely lights are dim
Holding on to just a memory of him

I tell myself there's no one to blame
Is it fate? Why we feel the same
Caught in the middle after waiting for a long, long while

Dancing where the lonely lights are dim
Holding on to just a memory of him
Dancing where the lonely lights are dim
Holding on to just a memory of him